I wish I could myself in your shoes and understand what you went through, but I can’t.
I could never understand the pain you suffered or the hate you encountered. Nor could I imagine the anxiety you must have had.
I wish I could myself in your shoes or see the world through your eyes, but I can’t.
I am not able to comprehend the evil that you have seen. Nor can I fathom the desperation you must have felt.
I wish I could put myself in your shoes and feel what you felt, but I can’t.
I am not a child like you were, I am an adult I don’t experience life like you did. Nor was my innocence ever betrayed.
I wish I could put myself in your shoes for our family names are nearly the same, only 2 letters of a difference.
You were Wolf Klein aged 6 when you were murdered by an evil ideology in Auschwitz-Birkenau.